So I’ve finished a draft of sorts.
The novel presently exists as novella. Possibly because I am, foremost, an editor and can’t help myself: I trim trim trim and there’s not much left.
Three options from here:
a) Leave it as a novella, and whack it through a couple more editorial passes
b) Take these bones and give them flesh, aiming for a regular kind of novel
c) Stick the bloody thing in a drawer and say “Well, that’s that. Now I can start writing a real book.”
I lean towards (c).